Hello everyone. Yes, it is me, back from the dead, and by dead, I mean one of the most intense years I've ever experienced. Lets just say that writing is a much safer hobby than dating...

Anyway, I'm away from home, visiting some old friends and inspiration struck and so here I am. Please ignore and/or point out any mistakes you see. I proofread this thing, but doing that at the end of my day is not the best idea I've ever had.

I'm hoping to begin regular updates again; I'm hoping every Monday. We'll see how that works out.

Anywhoodles, please enjoy this chapter. MLV

Ahsoka sized up the six imperials. They weren't your standard stormtroopers. No, these guys were wearing a uniform she hadn't seen before; they had to be some kind of Special Forces team. The Empire had to really be feeling the nudge if they had to begin specially training people to go after its enemies.

Ahsoka let her eyelids drop, and she inhaled deeply, gathering her calm. She called on the force, formulating a plan that would get her out of this mess as quickly as possible. Hastily assessing her options, Ahsoka decided on the direct approach; the Trando was still standing behind her, blaster slightly raised, but not pointing at her. Probably the alien wanted to make sure these imps wouldn't turn their backs on him.

Throwing the team of six a sly smile, she gathered her strength, ready to move.

"Oh boys, all of you didn't need to come ask me out. Only one of you woulda done," she said, catching them slightly off guard. It wasn't much, but it was enough distraction for her to grab the Trando's blaster wrist and pull him in front of her all the while maneuvering behind him, effectively creating a barrier between her and the imps. That, however, didn't stop them from firing. The Trando fired back, but his armor wasn't strong enough to bear the intensity of their blaster shots.

In the meantime, Ahsoka pushed the injured Trandoshan towards the group and used the force to leap backwards and away from the firing squad. Mid leap, her lightsaber flew out and blocked the remaining blaster shots that were headed in her direction. Landing on the bar counter top, Ahsoka did a quick sweep of her surroundings. Door to the right, but that was partially blocked by a group of terrified bothans. Should she choose that route, there was a chance they'd be injured by the imperials.

Her planning was interrupted when two of the six imps moved away from the group-one towards the left and the other to the right, effectively cutting off her escape routes. Well there went that plan. A quick glance over her shoulder showed she wasn't too far from a window, but that too posed an issue: The cantina was at the very top of a building that was very high off the ground.

But at least she'd be free of the trigger happy special ops team. She extended her right hand towards the group and used the force to send a wave towards them. They seemed to know what was coming, because they braced for it. It was still effective enough for what she needed; they were temporarily dazed. Using this time wisely, Ahsoka launched herself off of the bar and towards the window.

Another force wave, this time directed towards the glass window, caused an opening to appear, and Ahsoka dove towards it. She gathered herself to jump, but at the last minute tripped on an abandoned chair. She tumbled forward and down, but caught herself before falling completely, and then jumped out the window. However, her tripping caused one of the imps enough time to recover and fire a shot, one that landed in her calf, causing her to jump off balance. She fell through the window ungracefully and began to freefall.

The pain in her leg immediately shot upwards, creating an almost paralyzing feeling. Ahsoka replaced her lightsaber, and focused on channeling the pain, trying to get rid of it. It helped some; the pain diminished, but only slightly. But it was enough to get her head back in the game. Ahsoka spread her appendages out, causing her decent to decrease slightly, and then used the force to propel her towards what she deemed a soft landing: something that looked to be a pool that was occupied by two nude humans. Ahsoka braced herself, and then landed. Water flew everywhere, and the wind was knocked out of her. She pushed herself upwards and when she broke the surface, gasped for air. The shocked looks of the other occupants would have, under normal circumstances, drove her to tears from laughing. Now, however, her mind was elsewhere. She leaped from the pool and entered their home. No protests came from the humans, so she grabbed a dry towel to wipe her face off. Without stopping to rummage through their fridge, which is what she really wanted to do, she found the exit and took it. Exhaustion was quickly over taking her, and she suspected it had something to do with the blaster shot that she took.

She hurried down the stairs, skipping two steps at a time, hoping to make things faster. Eventually, she reached the ground floor, found an exit, and walked into the busy street. The deep levels of coruscant were just as busy as the upper streets; she easily got lost in the crowds. The wound in her leg began to throb, and she knew she would need to find a place of safety so that she could look it over. In the meantime, she focused on going on despite the pain.

Eyes opening slowly and senses completely out of whack, Ahsoka tried to make sense of where she was. She saw a bed, which was in a small room with no windows, and a door that was closed. She felt groggy, but the pain in her leg was immensely reduced. She pushed herself off of the bed and gingerly placed her feet on the ground. She was vaguely aware of the fact that her dirty clothes had been removed, but that fact didn't interest her at that moment. Her bare feet touched the ground and she sucked in a breath. The floor was cool, but it felt nice. She stood, testing the strength of the injured leg. It held steady, but was stable. Walking with a slight limp, Ahsoka walked towards the door; it was an older model that required to be opened manually. She reached out to the knob and placed her hand on it; it too was cooler than she had expected. Twisting the handle, she pushed open the door and a small gasp escaped.

The room adjacent to hers was beautiful. The floor was laid out with wooden panels. The walls were a soft salmon color and were decorated by designs that looked to be hand painted. They were inked in black and resembled ocean waves. A very small indoor waterfall was mounted on one side, and flora grew at its base.

"I see you are awake," a soft masculine voice floated into the room, soon followed by an elderly man using a cane. He had a white beard that reached the base of his neck, and that was where the hair ended. But it wasn't the start baldness or the vast beard that caught her attention. His eyes were white, as if they had once rolled upwards and never returned to their place.

"Yes," she replied. She took a moment to gather her thoughts. He seemed to understand this, because he offered no other words. "How did I end up here?"

The old man offered her a smile. "Ahsoka Tano. You and I…" the man trailed off a moment. "We have much to discuss."